Showing posts with label hymn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hymn. Show all posts

Friday, January 30, 2009

"...while Christ is rich, can I be poor..."

"...He that has made my heaven secure,
Will here all good provide;
While Christ is rich, can I be poor?
What can I want beside?
O God, I cast my care on Thee;
I triumph and adore;
Henceforth my great concern shall be
To love and praise Thee more..."

-     John Ryland

Over the last few months, these words from a much-loved hymn, have come to me often while praying for spiritual solutions in the wake of this economic crisis. And not only this hymn. I have found many of the inspirational songs in the Christian Science Hymnal to be trustworthy spiritual companions as I pray. 

This is far from new. Over the years, I have often heard the words to a hymn when listening for God-based answers. But lately this very clear focus on hymns has been startling and pointed.  A line, a verse or an entire hymn -  one after another - has sung it's way into my prayers. 

Case in point, while praying in support of a non-profit organization facing budget-related concerns, the above hymn floated through the air so softly that it was as if my Father-Mother God was singing a lullaby near my ear.

Why so many hymns, I wondered...why hymns almost exclusively?  I picked up my  old, soft, leather-bound copy of the hymnal and started turning the well-worn pages.   And there it was...copyright 1932. It was suddenly so clear to me that there was a direction relationship between the relevance of these messages of hope and encouragement to our times, and the historic context of their roots.  

This most recent publication of the Christian Science Hymnal had been completely revised, and republished, in 1932.  Old favorites had been adapted, words had been revised, lyrics had been set to more modern tunes, completely new hymns had been written - and collaborated on - by spiritual thinkers who were poets, musicians...and healers.  Contributions that were born of their experiences. Their choices of what to include - from the works of earlier songwriters and composers - in this 1932 revision, was also the result of humble prayer. Editors prayed for guidance in choosing texts and music that would inspire, comfort, and heal.   These were the songs (and song selections) of depression-era psalmists.  Men and women who had lived and prayed through a stock market crash, black Tuesday, the great depression, the dust bowl, food lines, and "Brother can you spare a dime..."

The 1932 Christian Science Hymnal came alive for me in new ways. As a practitioner of spiritual law, these hymns were a welcome addition to my law library--a much loved and poured over collection of testimonies that includes the Bible with its accounts of spiritual law exercised and Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures and its chapter "Fruitage" filled with personal letters testifying to the healing power of prayer--precendent setting cases to stand on in confidently trusting God's care during a crisis of any kind...depression, recession, inflation. Each hymn was proof that someone had faced fear, despair, uncertainty, want, or woe, and had not only surmounted their troubles, but had been inspired to leave a trail of hope for generations yet unborn.

My husband, our friends...Susan, Sue, and Carey (The Solo Committee), my children's dad, and other poets/musicians we are blessed to know, are writing new hymns and inspirational songs through
these trying times.  Their psalms of hope and praise are comforting and inspiring us today and will become a legacy of faith for our children...and our children's children.  A supplement to the 1932 has been published and is making some of these new songs available to us as we pray for fresh spiritual solutions. 

Knowing the historic context of these hymns, songs that had been coming to my heart in prayer over the last few months...with such divine imperative...has been a gift of grace.

As you pray for yourself, your family, your neighbors, your community's employers and employees, those with jobs...and those who are looking for work to support their families...perhaps these hymns...or the hymns from your own church's hymnal, will give you comfort and inspiration...a gift of promise from a generation of spiritual thinkers who have blazed a trail for each of us leaving waymarks of encouragement along the way.

This hymn, #224, has always been very special to me...I hope it brings you peace tonight...

O Lord, I would delight in Thee,
And on Thy care depend;
To Thee in every trouble flee,
My best, my ever Friend
When all material streams are dried,
Thy fullness is the same;
May I with this be satisfied,
And glory in Thy name.

All good, where'er it may be found,
Its source doth find in Thee;
I must have all things and abound,
While God is God to me.
O that I had a stronger faith,
To look within the veil,
To credit what my Saviour saith,
Whose word can never fail.

He that has made my heaven secure,
Will here all good provide;
While Christ is rich, can I be poor?
What can I want beside?
O God, I cast my care on Thee;
I triumph and adore;
Henceforth my great concern shall be
To love and praise Thee more...


with Love...

Kate

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

"I need not plead..."

"…Abide with me; fast breaks the morning light;
Our daystar rises, banishing all night;
Thou art our strength, O Truth that maketh free,
We would unfailingly abide in Thee.

I know no fear, with Thee at hand to bless,
Sin hath no power and life no wretchedness;
Health, hope and love in all around I see
For those who trustingly abide in Thee.

I know Thy presence every passing hour,
I know Thy peace, for Thou alone art power;
O Love divine, abiding constantly,
I need not plead, Thou dost abide with me…"

-     Lyte/Woods

This is the song that often comes to me, in the middle of the night, when my body...or spirit...are sore.  The last verse is a reliable life preserver in the midst of a raging inner storm.  It is what I can be found clinging to when I am laid low by pain or sorrow, confusion or doubt.

I needed this reminder, "I need not plead, Thou dost abide with me," one night not long ago when the sky was pre-dawn with the blue of an ocean a mile deep.  It's a color I associate with the feeling of being so far underwater that you lose your sense of which way is up.  Diving with weights it is sometimes almost impossible, at certain depths, to know whether you are swimming deeper into an abyss, or towards the surface.  This disorientation can leave you feeling frantic and unable to use your limited air supply wisely.

Any diver knows that if you lose your sense of direction underwater there are laws that you can rely on. There is a law of buoyancy which, when you drop your weights, will take you to the surface.  This same law will also inform your underwater compass.  Watching the direction air bubbles from your respirator are traveling, you can discern what is "up"!

I thought about both these examples in those hours of pre-dawn when I was struggling and unable to find direction for my prayers...or rest for my body.  Discomfort had me swimming in circles.  I just wanted to be able to think clearly.  I needed to rest
and I longed to feel that I was resting upon spiritually inspired laws rather than just resting from exhaustion and pain. 

That was when the line, "I need not plead Thou dost abide with me…" came like a strong hand upon my shoulder.  I had been swimming about frantically looking for "which way is up", thinking that without my effort in the right direction...prayerfully and practically…I could be headed deeper and deeper towards drowning in a dark chasm.  This thought, "I need not plead, Thou dost abide with me…" was like watching my air bubbles rise towards certain light and air. 

It allowed me to let go of the weights that were holding me down…the weight of thinking that if I didn't think the right thought, pray the right prayer, or make the right human decision, God couldn't help me…and rise towards the light of His all-powerful, always present care and guidance.

I didn't need to plead.  I didn't need to swim frantically in the depths of chaos and old night searching for the light.  I only needed to drop the weight of thinking it was up to me to do the doing, think the thinking, or pray the prayer.  Prayer was, and is, as Mary Baker Eddy says, "…God's gracious means for accomplishing whatever has been successfully for the Christianization and health of mankind."  So prayer isn't my means for pleading with God, but His means for reminding me that He is God, that He is always present, that He does love me, and that He has all the power in the universe to successfully accomplish His will for health (wholeness, wellness, completeness, perfection) and Christianization (kindness, honesty, compassion, selflessness, purity, innocence, temperance, joy…) in my life…and in the universe. 

My rest came and when it was time to wake the girls up for school I was ready for a full day of work, family and gratitude.

Just as the light of a new day will always follow that beautiful deep, rich blue of pre-dawn, we can be just as certain that we need not plead…He does abide with us.  We can drop the weights and rise to the light that is always there. 

Abiding with Him…always,
Kate